[Noreaga]
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Yo, yo
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I only, ride for those that'll ride for me
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I only, shoot for those that'll shoot for me
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I used to be in D.C., with my poetry
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Niggaz said I'm on some other shit, crazily
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I used to sell cracks, from the front streets to back
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Then I got locked up, wicked Jake popped up
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And the Jake he seen my, style before
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But I'm, stayin lyrical behind my door
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I'm in the yard God where niggaz try to test me hard
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But my vocal's too powerful law, it's too potent
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I kick one verse, the whole cypher stood frozen
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Now them niggaz wanna parlay with me, general
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I'm smooth like them niggaz that, don't blow trial
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I come on home to a new leaf, no beef
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Jose Luis yo I'm ill like an Indian chief
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And my dress code, ill like, indiglo
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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Aiyyo we thugged out what, and we let y'all know
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we keep it thugged out, catch us at, every show
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Let's get the jump off jumped off, here's the bang out
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Yo at every fuckin club, yo we got octane out
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[Brown]
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I need, nuttin but cash, I'm out in the stash
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Extra acres, carribean seeds with no crabs
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Fuck hunger, I'm gettin no younger, cop this half
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brick til my pocket just thick, sit back and laugh
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with the out of towners, keepin money around us
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Four pounders, flippin wiggies, to the sirens around us
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Cars and jewels, inside moves, three day cruise
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Booted from Beijing, ?brought? our ventures to ?use?
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The entrepeneur, droppin cock in your whore
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Keep pussy open like a nigga sniffin coke in the hall
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I do it all for y'all, basketball, or rims
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Fiberglass that hold guns when I play old friends
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Learn how to act around a playa who spike tracks
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Doublin the pressure if your Empire Strikes Back
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We savages.. break you up like marriages
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Stick you in public and hide the thrills in baby carriages
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Chorus
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[Maze]
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The way I grace shit so swift, play it tenacious
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but smooth like a fugitive who move with a facelift
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I stay lit, passin Branson, finesse no less
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Reppin at random, forever at my best when I'm trancin
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Niggaz make me wanna focus with emotion
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If you notice, the vultures I bring they sting so swift
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Your quotes is from Maze, my bang'll tip with any rapper
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these days, spittin venom when my wordplay sprays
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and claimin half this cash regardless, dome my target
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from the heart spittin my flow while slow niggaz process
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Blow the spot rock aggressive, mac eleven shots in
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twenty seconds, flood money stashed kept in fed mint
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What is that monkey tail you trust with your math
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to lush your cash, rush in your path, bust you then dash
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That's why I'm never fast with the street shit
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Driftin in this deepness, with each step
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breath taken make you niggaz speechless
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Distinctive, mad different's how I kick it
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Some niggaz recognize I'm individualized when I spit it
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Chorus
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[Noreaga]
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What what what what what!
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Thugged out nigga
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Poet performin some other shit
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(I'm type priceless)
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On stage holdin my dick
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In front of all y'all bullshit ass niggaz
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(We're ill niggaz y'know)
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Probably jerk off or piss on the front row
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Throw that water on y'all, ya heard? (Word)
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We don't give a fuck (aight)
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We gonna keep it on some thug shit
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From now to whenever nigga
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If it's on let us know it's on
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Try to sleep they'll sucka punch you
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Fuck that
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Thug Poetry
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Noreaga |